A/N: Okay, there are some things I want to say. A big thanks whoever nominated the story for the barefoot awards! And I am continuing it, don't freak on me people! Ok, in the last A/N, I said she got knocked up late season 5, but it was really mid-season six. Yeah, I'm a goof. And when I found myself writing Amy's character, I ended up liking her. Ok, so I've bored you all with the rant, and now here's the story.
Chapter Two
Amy stepped into the living room, aware that they had all stopped talking. Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Dawn sat on one side of the room. The other people sat across from them. She squared her shoulders and took a seat next to Dawn. Dawn had been the first to forgive her after the way she acted. Or overreacted. She'd gone into the heavy magic, especially after the rat rape. She had come to tell Willow that she was leaving to tell her father, when she found out about Tara.
Dawn had been so excited about the babies. She'd gone on for hours about she could help take care of the babies. But shortly after the babies were born, she'd gotten a call about her father. He'd had a heart attack. She'd stayed with him for almost a year. But he had been comatose for so long, and one day, as she held Tara Anne up for him to see, he passed on.
Then she'd raced back to help her friends. She'd met them on the road. That was two years ago. Buffy was watching her from her seat. She took a deep breath, and redirected her gaze to the man named Charlie. His hair was blackened, but you could still tell that it was red.
"What is it that you came here for?" She demanded.
"We came to speak to Ms. Madison."
"About what?"
"We were hoping to have her be a witness against Pettigrew. She was raped by him. It would help to strengthen the case against him."
"That was of course, before we knew Ms. Madison had children. We would not wish for them to harmed of course. We could put a glamour on her, so that the other Death Eaters wouldn't know who you are." The girl with them spoke quickly.
Amy waited on baited breath. They didn't know! They didn't put one and one together to get two. She slid her gaze over to the dark-haired one. He had though. He'd seen something in Tara Anne when she'd held onto him. The girl was still trying to convince Buffy.
"You don't see it then?" Amy asked softly.
That shut the girl up. She swerved her gaze to Amy. Her eyes were puzzled. The younger red-haired man looked as if he was in deep concentration. But the dark-haired one met her gaze full on, taunting her to tell, praying her answer wasn't what he feared he'd hear.
"Don't see what?" The girl asked, looking to the dark haired one.
"That little girl, and my other two children are Peter Pettigrew's children as well."